RAOUL:I'm certain she's here,Concealed in this gloom.You go that way, you go there,I'll try her room!

FAUST:There's no sign up here!

DEBIENNE:Or here!

REMY:Or here!

RICHARD:Well, what about the bar?

DEBIENNE:We've already searched it!

RICHARD:Then search again!

FAUST:I've had a thought instead,Let's all go home and go to bed!

JAMMES:It's all right! Madam Giry knows how to find Christine!She's going to read the tea-leaves!

RICHARD:Read the tea-leaves?

MADAM GIRY:Demon of tea, I conjure thee!Appear in this infusion!Brewed in a pot and poured in a cup,We'll see what your tea-leaves tell...Come drink the dark-brown mystic brew,But leave all the dregs behind...Me, I'll decipher the shape that they make,By use of my expert mind...Go on and take a lovely slurp,And if I'm any judge...The bits at the bottom will point to Christine...Don't swallow the tea-leaves, you twerp!And now to probe this wet mysterious sludge...

FAUST:I don't believe her!

ALL (except Madam Giry/Jammes):She's got to be joking,She's losing her marbles,We'll have to send for the men in the white coats!